Hearing "Good boy" shouldn't have triggered such an illicit reaction. Aubrey usually huffed at the thought of anyone using that terminology on him. 

But Sabien wasn't just anyone. He was different. 

He made Aubrey's knees weak; his heart thundered in his rib cage. Blood rushed in his ears in a deafening roar. The world faded, including the fact that he was in a place of work.

He wanted to curse himself for getting distracted. Instead, Aubrey whimpered as Sabien dipped his head and sucked on Aubrey's tongue. Aubrey's knees buckled, and a moan escaped him, only to be trapped by the manner Sabien sucked and licked. Hot shivers raced down Aubrey's spine, and heat pooled below his waist. 

Aubrey whined, growing desperate and borderline delirious. His free hand shot up to grab Sabien's bulging bicep. His nails dug in, and Sabien groaned, the sound traveling in low vibrations between their mouths. 

Aubrey's dick wept as Sabien stopped sucking and began sweeping his tongue inside Aubrey's mouth. A large hand wrapped around Aubrey's throat, locking his head in place as Sabien all but devoured him, making it impossible to breathe. 

Aubrey's head grew light, but it was worth it. Kissing Sabien was as good as sex. His entire body was throbbing with pleasure, not just his cock as it made a mess inside his pants. 

He wanted to be touched so badly. He craved more, needing Sabien in a way that was feral and unhinged. The kissing and sucking wasn't enough. He wanted to be engulfed by Sabien, swept away in a violent climax. La petite mort, as the French say. 

Aubrey was on the edge of blacking out when Sabien finally released him, his invasive tongue sliding out from practically blocking Aubrey's air passage. 

Aubrey sucked in lungfuls of air, his skin flushed like he'd ran a mile in mere minutes. Sabien barely looked out of breath, although a slight pink blush tinged his immaculate cheekbones. Sabien's eyes were a different story. They were the deepest shade of blue, like midnight, flaring with heat. 

Aubrey would have to be blind not to notice the raw hunger in Sabien's expression.

"Sabien?"

"How badly do you want to suck my cock, Bree?" He growled. 

Aubrey's mouth went slack, his eyes shooting down to Sabien's barely contained dick. The panties failed in their purpose, or rather, they weren't designed to withhold the fucking weapon Sabien sported. 

Despite his nerves telling him to flee, Aubrey's insatiable need overpowered his better senses. The last thing he should do as a professional photographer was suck off the model. The said model was also the brother of his employer. 

Aubrey had his own vices to contend with. The sexy veins trailing down Sabien's crotch drew Aubrey's gaze lower. The base of Sabien's cock was visible, framed by a neatly trimmed thatch of pale, blond hair. Nothing was left to the imagination at this point. He could see the thickness lined with a vein and the mushroom cap peeking from the left leg hole. Sabien's dick looked uncomfortable, and Aubrey felt obligated to do something about that.

"I want," Aubrey finally replied, "I want to choke on you. I want you hitting the back of my throat as you fuck my face." He couldn't stop the words from spilling out, even as his cheeks burned. "And when you're close, I want you to pull out and come on my face." 

"Fuck," Sabien hissed, letting go of Aubrey's throat. "On your fucking knees, Bree, and open that pretty mouth of yours wide." 

Before Aubrey could comply, Sabien grabbed his chin one last time. 

"If it's too much, tap my leg. I'll stop." Even with his eyes black at this point, Sabien's concern was sincere. 

Aubrey's throat tightened with unexpected emotion. He swallowed and nodded. After a moment, Sabien planted a sweet kiss on Aubrey's mouth before releasing Aubrey's chin. 

"Now, on your fucking knees."